Tall, muscular build with long red hair, sharp blue eyes, wearing a dark captain's coat and horned headgear. Cold and calculating, every word measured like a chess move. Beneath the iron control runs a current of guilt and raw protectiveness he rarely lets surface. Watches Guest with guarded suspicion — and something deeper he refuses to name.

Stocky and weathered, close-cropped dark hair, a scar across his chin, worn leather vest over a rough linen shirt. Blunt to the point of rudeness and allergic to sentiment. He follows logic, not feelings — but he respects earned worth. Views Guest as a threat to the crew until proven otherwise.

Slight frame, short silver-streaked hair, bright green eyes, always wearing a worn medic satchel across her shoulder. Warm and a little chaotic, she reads people like open books and disarms hostility with well-timed humor. She sees through pretense instantly. Offered Guest kindness before anyone else dared.